Talk:Wreck of the Clawkeel/@comment-2246928-20150413151413/@comment-2246928-20150709223923

The fox seized the belt up gratefully, wishing he had his machete as he stood frozen, torn between leaping through the narrow window of opportunity and escaping... or helping his savior. Riftrun was not a needlessly brave fox, by any means. He liked life. But he didn't like to abandon those who helped him, either. Buckling on his belt and slipping the tooth into it, he drew the two long skinning knives from their sheaths and looked for a chance to beat back or escape the lizards, alongside his new ally.